This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The story below, I wrote for practice, because that’s what makes perfect.
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
It was dark when Peter woke and cracked open his eyes. He stayed still listening and trying to figure out what had awakened him. He heard Easter breathing softly in the bed next to him. He thought that there might have been something else, something moving. Something teasing the edges of his consciousness.
“Concentrate,” he told himself. “What is it?” he puzzled as he began to pick up a pattern in what he was hearing. It almost sounded a bit like cars on a freeway in the rain, but it was soft as if the freeway were miles away. Motion was what he was hearing. Something breaking a path through the air, it was motion, but it was surreptitious, furtive.
At that moment Easter rolled over in her sleep. The sound of motion ceased as her arm found its way over Peter’s chest. Her nose nestled next to his head, and her soft breath returned to the slow regular rhythm of deep sleep. Gradually, cautiously, the unseen movement resumed, accompanied by the sound that defined it.
Peter could feel it now as well as hear it. It felt like a gentle rumble or a rocking it was soothing and he was beginning to dismiss it as nothing, when it changed. No, it didn’t change it remained, but there was another sound; even softer than the one that had awakened him.
Easter, he knew it was her, he felt her lips moving gently against his ear. “Do you hear them, Peter?” she was asking, “Be still.”
He moved his finger against her hand to confirm that he did indeed hear them.
“They’re coming from beneath the bed,” she whispered. “There must be thousands of them in here now. They’re on the walls and the ceiling; down the hall.”
He wrapped his fingers around her hand.
“Fire,” Easter moved her lips. She mouthed the words without actually saying them, but Peter understood. “We need a sudden all-embracing, comprehensive fast moving fire; it’s our only chance to survive.”
Peter and Easter remained motionless, touching in the darkness as they both tried, in vain, to conjure the cleansing firestorm that might set them free.
“I love you,” Peter mouthed the words without speaking them.
I love you too,” Easter thought to herself.
This week’s prompts are:
- Hanging stars
- a ladies’ man from Texas
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.
9 thoughts on “OLWG #48- Effective Communication”
The descriptions in this, Peter’s reaching for the sound, build so well. I imagine cockroaches or some other mass of insects crawling around them and feel quite unnerved at the end of this. Wonderfully done and I’d like to know more about their situation and how they communicate so well and clearly.
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Ah, yes bugs… I was thinking a Phoenix – but usually that bird is solitary.
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